Lord Bateman

Lord Bateman was a noble youth
 A noble youth of a high degree
 And he had one of the finest warships
 That ever sailed o'er the brine salt sea
 Now he sailed east, and he sailed west
 Until he came to well known Turkey
 Where he was taken and put in prison
 Until his life it became weary
 Proud Turkey had one only daughter
 One only daughter of high degree
 She stole the keys to her father's prison
 And vowed Lord Bateman she would set free
 She went down to her father's cellar
 She treated him to the best of wine
 And every toast that they drank together
 "I wish Lord Bateman that you was mine"
 She went down to her father's harbour
 She treated him to a ship of fame
 "Farewell, farewell, Lord Bateman," she cried,
 "I fear I never will see you again
 Now seven years I will make a vow
 And seven more I will keep it strong
 If you don't wed with no other woman,
 Then I won't wed with no other man
 "And seven years I will make a vow
 And seven more I will keep it strong
 Sure I won't wed with no other woman
 If you don't wed with no other man"
 Seven years being gone and past
 And fourteen days being well known to she
 She packed up all of her gay clothing
 And vowed Lord Bateman she would go see
 So she went up to Lord Bateman's castle
 And proudly she rang the bell
 "O who is there cried the proud young porter
 Now unto me your name pray tell"
 "O who is this, Lord Bateman's castle?
 And is his lordship himself within"
 "O yes, o yes cried the proud young porter
 He's now just taking his young bride in"
 "Go bid him send me a slice of cake
 And a bottle of his best of wine
 Not to forget a fair young lady
 Who did release him when close confined"
 Away, away ran the proud young porter
 Away, away, away ran he
 Until he came to Lord Bateman's chamber
 And he fell down upon bended knee
 "What news, what news, my proud young porter
 What news, what news have you brought to me?
 "I just saw one of the prettiest maidens
 That ever yet my two eyes did see
 She had rings upon every finger
 And on one finger she did have three
 She had more gold around her middle
 To buy Northumberland and all from thee
 She bids you send her a slice of cake
 And a bottle of your best of wine
 Not to forget a fair young lady
 Who did release you when close confined"
 Lord Bateman arose all in a passion
 He split the table in pieces three
 "No more I'll roam in a foreign country
 Since young Sophia has crossed the sea"
 Then up speaks the young bride's mother
 Who was never known for to speak so free
 "What do you intend to do by my daughter
 Since young Sophia has followed thee"
 "It's true I was making a bride of your daughter
 She's none the better or the worse for me
 She rode to me in a horse and saddle
 She may go home in her coach and three"